Wings of freedom
As The cold ocean breeze passed through her censors, Juliette observed the behavior of these new rebels. Tee walked up to her left, as agustus walked to her right. Augustus spoke to the new beings.
An aggressive looking woman stepped forward. “Svetlana Chepurnova. What's it to you”
Next a Visibly insane man pushed svetlana aside. “Antonio Rossi, the Wildchild”
He starts laughing quietly to himself, constantly twitching. A short cowardly man introduces himself calmly and collectively as dieter. A loner who is european, maybe British gets out “valen-” before thomas pipes up from look out.
“We have hostiles inbound. Prepare for battle.”
Antonio’s eyes go wide, his smile reaches farther than what should be possible, there is no denial, this is his element.
One of the soldiers, a french medic looks at antonio and runs to petar.
“We need to get to land, now!”
“And who are you?